Aria POV

　　Layla looked at me with confusion.

　　"Aria, who is Isaac? And how is he the father of your child and not Dominic?"

　　I scratched my head as I sat down in shock at my action. I couldn't believe that I had sex with a stranger I met at Everlyn's wedding and now I'm carrying his child.

　　Layla walked up to me to snap me from my thoughts.

　　"Aria? Are you okay?" she asked, putting her hand on my shoulder.

　　I turned to look at her. "I…I don't know what to do," I said, my voice cracking. 

　　"Aria, who is Isaac?" she asked as she sat beside me. "I want you to tell me everything."

　　I sighed deeply and then after a few seconds of silence. I began narrating my story.

　　"You see, after Dominic and I broke up, I went for Everlyn's wedding to just take my mind off the whole heartbreak and so while I was at the hall, I met Isaac. He was so handsome and sexy and..."

　　"And what, Aria?" Layla asked, looking at me and waiting for my response. 

　　"And we had sex that night," I blurted out, unable to hold back the words any longer. 

　　"It was a one-night stand, and I know that's not something to be proud of, but it happened. And now I'm pregnant, and I don't know what to do."

　　Layla sighed and there was silence between us as she processed what I just told her.

　　"So let me get this straight. You had a one night stand with Isaac and now you're pregnant for him and not for Dominic."

　　I nodded slowly as it wasn't something I was proud of.

　　Layla sighed again still trying to process everything. Then she spoke. "Are you going to tell him?"

　　"I don't know," I said, my voice quavering. "I'm not sure if I can face him and tell him about the baby. I don't know how he'll react, or what he'll say. 

　　He might not want to have kids yet. I mean the guy looked like a player."

　　Layla sighed again. "He looked like a player and you slept with him knowing that huh?"

　　"Well… I couldn't help it. I was heartbroken and vulnerable. He came and made me feel good. I was high on alcohol and we kind of had sex." I said, bowing my head in embarrassment.

　　"And now you're pregnant for the playboy you met that day," she said, as she sighed and then got up and paced about.

　　"What are you going to do about this, Aria? Are you going to tell him, so that he would take responsibility?"

　　"No!" I exclaimed.

　　Layla looked at me a furrowed on her brow. "What do you mean no? You don't want to tell him?"

　　I nodded slowly, my head still bowed low.

　　"Why?" she asked, as she stopped pacing and looked at me.

　　"Why don't you want to tell him?"

　　I took a deep breath and then raised my head and looked at her. "Layla, what I had with Isaac was a one night stand and that's it." 

　　She looked at me still confused by what I just said. "What do you mean and that's it?"

　　"What I mean is, I don't have feelings for Isaac. I was in a vulnerable place when we had our one night stand. I was looking for a way to feel better after my breakup with Dominic. I was not looking for anything serious with Isaac, I was just looking for a distraction." I said as I looked down at my lap.

　　"I get it, and that's normal. But the question is, what are you going to do now? Are you going to tell him about the baby, or are you going to keep it a secret?" Layla asked, her voice gentle and full of concern.

　　I took another deep breath and then raised my head to look at her. "I want to keep it a secret and raise my baby alone, Layla. Yes, I slept with him and now finding out that he's the father of my baby feels so… I don't know..."

　　"Overwhelming? Confusing? You're feeling a lot of emotions right now, and that's normal. It's a lot to take in. But let me ask you this - do you want to raise this baby alone? Do you not want the father of your child to be involved in any way?" Layla asked.

　　I thought about her question for a moment. The truth was, I didn't know what I wanted. I felt so conflicted. "I don't know, Layla. I'm just so confused. I just don't know what to do." I said, touching my hair.

　　"I fell for his charms and then the passionate night we had was amazing, but I still don't consider him a potential partner to raise my baby with."

　　Layla looked at me with a confused expression. "Why?"

　　"Well... he's based in Miami and I'm in Seattle, so a relationship seems impractical. Don't you think, Layla?"

　　Layla nodded. "Yeah, the distance is a factor. Not only would it be difficult to raise a child together, but also to maintain a relationship. It would take a lot of work and effort to make it work."

　　I let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to finally talk to someone about all of this. Layla was such a good listener, and she always knew the right thing to say. 

　　"So what are you going to do now?" she asked me, as she got up and walked towards where I was standing.

　　I took a deep breath and then spoke. "I guess I'll raise my baby on my own."